Lyrics:
How you doin' Houston Texas*
At first I was afraid
I was petrafide
I kept thinking I couldnt live with out you by my side
But then I spent some many
has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
Like there the god go in his Murcielago
From working
plunge, shipwrecked
Go get your homework done, down to the books you’re spine is not enough inflected
But oh, by the way, said my father before being
with the tongue from our loose lips
Deceptive and toxic like Bobby and a Houston
With no foundation cause we never had a blueprint
With wars
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
Like there the god go in his Murcielago
From working
the kitchen put the kettles down
Stop from fillin all you hoes
Give up the life of trues and vogues
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, this shit too deep
So I
by somebody that still live with they mama
But that's the only way she know, to get away from all the drama
As for books, the mind is a terrible thing
burn them by the three, I'ma show you what I mean
Ain't gotta show the world, show the world that I'm the...
I don't fuck with all these bitches, I'm
a map and take a trip down south
Come on over to Houston Texas welcome to the Swisha House
It's the land of the trill
I'm coming live from the block
I
the kitchen put the kettles down
Stop from fillin all you hoes
Give up the life of trues and vogues
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, this shit too deep
So I
the weak
Get stronger with the game
Pin it down for my kind
Our tribe found god just stay by my side winning
Eventually might get-you fired up like the sun
Under the weeping willow tree, please don't you bury me
What lives with honour comes from out of state
I worked hard for my silver, never showed up
Losses, losers and more, gain of life's pleasures cohorts listen
Behind the doors to a life meaningless less than zero in me all my walls
Falling
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
settle down
Leave the kitchen put the kettles down
Stop from fillin' all you hoes
Give up the life of trues and vogues
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen,
through Venmo
Bags coming in like we boosting
Wrap it up send it straight to Houston
Probably in a foreign Tom Cruising
Work white like the girl from
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
that's what she is,
And when he finally saunters back at three or four,
Don't let him in, put the chain on the door."
But of course I'd let him in,
that's what she is,
And when he finally saunters back at three or four,
Don't let him in, put the chain on the door."
But of course I'd let him in,
The story begins July 20th, 1969 with the world on the edge of their seats
As 3 men made their way to the moon
The Creighton family home in Houston
About this time
You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
It's Priest mothafucka
You
interviewing people live from the street on the show a little bit later.
Yesterdays loser was Johnny. Johnny, listen up. You have been a bad boy. I don't
has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
Like there the god go in his Murcielago
From working
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